Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Amber and Amethyst ❯ Aberration ( Chapter 7 )

Amber and Amethyst
by Seven Maxwell

Disclaimer: See chapter one

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Amber and Amethyst

Chapter Seven

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D-POV

I broke my promise to you Solo.

/flashback/

'Duo promise me somethin' will ya' Solo asks quietly. He's sitting on the edge of the small mattress we found one day. It's full of holes but it's big enough to fit two people to sleep on. I'm lying face down on the mattress while Solo cleans the blood off my legs with a wet rag. His face is wet with tears and his eyes are red.

Solo's never cried before.

'Whatcha want me to promise Solo' I mumble against the mattress. I flinch when he rubs a bruise on my lower thigh.

'promise me ya'll never let anyone hurt ya 'gain...promise me ya'll fight harder next time' Solo pleads, 'ya gotta promise me Duo and d'ya gotta keep your promise or ya gonna have to make it up to me if ya don't'

I cringe when I hear my 'brother' cry and beg. He's always so tough it hurts me to see him so miserable.

'whatcha want me to do So' I ask him. I raise myself onto my elbows and face him over my shoulder.

'grow ya hair Duo. I know ya don't like it when it gets in ya face but if ya grow it long it'll help remind ya to keep fighting. If ya don't keep fighting...if ya brake your promise to me...ya gotta cut it and start over.'

I look at him confused, what does growing my hair got to do with anything? I don't get it, but I decide to promise him anyway.

'okay Solo I promise'

/end flashback/

I didn't understand before but after you died and after the Maxwell church burned to the ground and Sister Helen died in my arms I understood.

My memories, my feelings, my happiness, everything I am and have ever been is imprinted in my braid. The weight of it alone is a reminder of what I have gone through and survived in my life since that day you cried for me.
Cutting it off is a punishment for my failure.
I've allowed my hair to grow for these past ten years and I've gotten so used to seeing it that I've forgotten what I'd look like without it.

"What do you think Solo, should I cut it now? Just like you told me to?" I relax my legs and stretch them out in front of me. The bedroom door is closed and my lava lamp is lighting the room with a soft amber hue. I can hear the guys arguing downstairs. I take a look at my clock on the VCR on top of my TV and blurredly see the numbers 4 and 27.

"Practically morning already." I pull myself up to wobbly legs and stand still for a few minutes just trying to keep the room from spinning too fast.

My legs feel weak, I guess that's what I get for staying in a curled up ball for a few hours. I make my way into my private bathroom and flip the switch. Bright lights flood the room and my eyes close quickly to avoid being blinded. I open them slowly and let them adjust to the lighting, I close the door behind me and lock it.

The bathroom is pretty small but just fine for one person. The tub is big enough for two people to shower in and I've got a shower curtain with sea turtles on it hanging in front. I only have a few things in the bathroom, just the necessities really, toothbrush, toothpaste, brush, gel, razor, scissors for trimming my bangs, deodorant, shampoo and conditioner, and a bag of rubber bands for my braid.

I stand in front of my mirror and inspect myself closely. My eyes are bloodshot and I've got tear stains on my cheeks. My nose is red from all the crying and I've got dry cum on my face.

"I really screwed up didn't I Solo?" I cry in front of my mirror image. I jerk my top drawer open and yank out the small scissors.

'Duo!'

I grab my braid and pull it in front of me.

'Duo!'

I take the scissors and place them at the base of my braid.

'Duo!'

I close my eyes......and cut.

'DUO!'

My braid drops to the floor in a loud thump. The loss of the weight hits me immediately and silent tears trek down my cheeks.

"I did it Solo. I broke my promise to fight and I'm making it up to you like ya said to" My eyes are still closed and the scissors are still in my hand. By memory I start to trim my hair to the way it used to be. The way you and I used to keep it remember? In a matter of minutes I'm done and I hesitantly place the scissors on the bathroom counter. I run my hands through my now short hair, my imagination supplying me with images of a seven year old Duo running happily along a nine year old Solo down the streets of L2.

"Start over again right Solo?" I keep my eyes closed, I'm not ready to face myself just yet. Instead I turn the shower faucet on and make it as hot as I can possibly stand. I get in and let the hot water burn my skin, I scrub my body as hard as I can until I'm bright red from the intensity of the rubbing and the heat of the water.

I stay in until the water starts to turn cold and I shiver at the change in temperature. I lean against the shower wall just staring at the tileling, I occasionally blink to keep the water from going into my eyes, my peripheral vision gives me glimpses of my short hair.

I reach down and turn the faucet off, I grab my towel hanging over the top of the shower rack and pat myself dry. I pull back the curtain and wrap the towel around my waist, I close my eyes as I pass the mirror. I open the bathroom door and go into my room, I rummage through my dressers until I find a pair of blue jeans and I grab one of my new t-shirts Sally gave me. I stop dead in my tracks as a thought just hit me.

I'm starting fresh on our birthday. Un-fucking-believable.

I shake my head and laugh out loud at the irony of it, I get dressed and put on my shoes. I do all the finishing touches I need to and anything else I can do to delay the inevitable. My head's pounding and my vision's still blurry from all the alcohol and emotional stress I went through just these last few hours. I stop and notice my room is clean and my stuff's all put away, I even managed to change my sheets and fix my bed.

Time to face the music right Solo?

'Duo!'

I walk back to the bathroom and close the door. I place myself in front of the mirror. My eyes completely closed.

'Duo!'

I take deep breaths, my hearts pounding loud in my ears, my hands are shaking....bad.

'Duo!'

"It's now or never" I open my eyes.

'DUO!'

"Solo? Is that you?" I look in the mirror.

Solo's looking at me through the mirror, he seems so much older than I remember. I look at him and he's looking at me, I touch the glass and he touches it too. My face breaks into a weepy smile and so does his, I see tears going down his face and I realize I'm crying too.

"You've come back to me" I smile weakly at him through the mirror, he smiles back.

'Duo'

"You came to get me didn't ya?"

'No Duo..'

"Ya gonna take me with ya right?"

'Oh god Duo...'

"Ya did right....right?"

'Duo....'

"DON'T FUCKING LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!!" I scream at him and he screams back at me. "DON'T FUCKING SMILE AT ME!! STOP FUCKING IMITATING ME!!" I scream at him and he screams back at me, everything I do he does right back.

I'm panting now, my heart's pounding, my blood's racing through my veins. Solo's panting too, his hand presses against his chest right over his heart just like mine does.

'Duo....let me...'

"What's the matter Solo can't catch your breath?" I laugh at him and he laughs at me.

'Duo let me help....'

I lean in over the sink and press my nose against the glass just like Solo does. I look into his eyes, they look just like mine. My head's swimming..

/flashback/
'Duo look!' Solo runs up to Duo and glomps him. Solo pulls back and smiles at Duo, he puts out his hand and show his 'brother' the little treasure he found.
/end flashback/

What the fu....

/flashback/
'Look Duo now we can see what we look like' Solo gleams happily holding up a little broken piece of mirror.
'Can we really?' Little Duo asks anxiously as Solo show him the piece of glass.
/end flashback/

SHIT! eyes....blinding light.......FUCK!.......gotta..close....eyes......

/flashback/
'look Duo ya see we really do look like each other...ya see!' Solo points to the little mirror he and Duo are peering into.
/end flashback/

OWW!OWW!OWW!OWW!!! Whyz my head pounding?.....my knees feel weak.......I..I'm falling....it's...gettin'...dark...is it...night cycle...'lready....

/flashback/
'wow we're like twins huh So'? wouldn't it be cool if we could fool people inta thinkin' we are twins? I could pretend to be you and ya can pretend to be me...'
/end flashback/

What....I don't......'member that.....

/flashback/
'yeah that'd be so cool, I'd call ya Solo and you'd call me Duo and nobody'd be able to tell us apart. Let's do it Duo! I'll call ya Solo and ya'll call me Duo, yeah, and we'll stay like that until someone can tell us apart...'
/end flashback/

I don't 'member that....why'm I on the floor? I feel wobbily...what happen'd?...why can't I see?...my eyes feel so heavy...my arms can b'rly hold me up.....where am I?...gotta stand up...legs shaky...gotta..open my eyes...

I look inta tha mirror and see...myself...

...only...

'I could pretend to be you and ya can pretend to be me...'

...much...

'yeah that'd be so cool, I'd call ya Solo and you'd call me Duo...'

...MUCH...

'Let's do it Duo! I'll call ya Solo and ya'll call me Duo, yeah, and we'll stay like that until someone can tell us apart...'

...OLDER!!...

My eyes widen as does my mirror image.

"oh...no.."

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